Fates Entwined Her Stolen Memories Novels & Stories

Awoooooooooo! I'm a fairy and he is a werewolf, loving each other is a big mistake. What we have is a twisted fate.

“What was that? After the place turned back we slowly lost our strength. “It was the strong dark spell called Tenebrous, everything will turn black and the darkness will eat you, you’ll be failed with sadness, anger, loneliness, and every dark emotion that would feed the spell. All the memories that caused these will torture you and if you fail to find happiness in your heart, it will end you. It is way worse than a nightmare.” Rina answered. Timor persist not looking at her and I only nodded. “Did she do that?” I asked while looking at the unconscious witch.

I want it all gone. But even as the suds slip down my body and swirl around the drain, they fail to cleanse the memories, the memories that clung to my skin like a curse. No matter how hard I scrub, I can't get her off me because she's everywhere. Under my skin. Her touch is imprinted into my mind. Her eyes are in my head. Her face was engraved onto my heart. I can't get rid of her because she owns my fucking soul. "Fates, I want her out!" I plead, fresh tears pouring down my face and pain coursing through my heart. "I want to forget her!"

her eyes were misty as she asked. "Zenia, I want you to know that we are fated" He replied instead "Fated?!"she scoffed. "What fucking fate?" "I do not know why, I do not know how I got invovled with a feeble human like you, but all I can say for now is that we are fated"he continued despite her reaction. "The fate you talk about has destroyed me!"she yelled, tears finally leaving her eyes. "Maybe because you run away from it" he suggested.

Sourcing for these coins is one way to break the connections and restore balance to the realms. They smiled as they saw the glistening in the dark. "Oh my, you do know how to impress an old lady, Phil. How did you know we've been searching for this?" That was one thing they did, hey right, they were old. Older than I am even when they didn't look at it. The Fates were born with immortality, long before the packs were formed, way before we were glued to our beliefs but they have put everything together in the old days. It was natural for them to step aside and let the mighty creature handle things. Then, chaos was brewing, I could feel it in my bones already. I had a syringe motion that it wa

said Amy still looking down at their feet. In the basement of the Cyrus mansion, Audrey was tied to a chair in a confinement room. AUDREY's POV I gasped as I woke up to cold water being splashed on my face. I could perceive the smell of wet sand and dust. Where was I? The last thing I remember was being locked up in the trunk of that car... Oh no. My parents would think I'm missing by now. Did they find Amy? Is she alright? My thoughts were cut short by the sound of a voice.

"Count your every second with him Winter. One day he will be mine. Then he will kiss me, and I don't have to force my kiss on him which I took in that party." Hearing her sweats form on my forehead. Did ave force her lips on Aspen to show me and create misunderstandings? He was being blackmailed? That's why he was looking so hurt. What have I done? I should've trusted him. I haven't even called him over the past week, nor he has come back home. Where is he staying? Is he hurting too? Tears burn my eyes. I will visit him but before I have to go to the hospital. My health is worsening. FLASHBACK ENDS

He didn’t stop me like I assumed he would, but I could feel his curiosity and amusement through our bond. It made my frustration and resentment for him grow because it reminded me that he should have felt my fear upstairs through it. He just hadn’t cared. It was a reminder that I was not his and he was not mine, it just felt that way every now and then, and would until our blood bond finally faded. “I’m here for the bitch who won’t let me sleep.” I spat through my clenched teeth. “The witch?” He asked as I approached her. Her eyes were still blindfolded, and her head hung forward as she dangled from silver chains by her wrists. “She hasn’t woken.”

He held me so tightly, promising, "I don't believe in fate. I only know that you are the love of my life." I had believed him. Every memory of our love felt vivid, still so close—yet now, he had abandoned me for another woman without a second thought. I didn't understand. Was fate truly something we couldn't fight? Had it really pulled him, irresistibly, into Grace's arms? My whole body ached, each breath felt like fire. I couldn't tell whether the pain came from the wound or from my heart. Darkness fell like a curtain. When I came to, I was lying in a hospital bed.

Don’t lie to yourself anymore. Kaelion stared into the fire, his vision blurring again. He thought of the last time he held her. The last time he kissed her. The last time she breathed his name before it all went dark. Someone had stolen her from him once. And the Fates…damn them…had promised she would return. “After a century of silence,” he whispered brokenly, “why now? Why her eyes in another face? Why her scent in another body?” The wolf growled low, feral. Because she’s yours. She always was. And this time, don’t you dare let her slip away.